The Lustful Adventures of Latika
Latika was an Indian girl living in the USA.
A very naughty and daring 20-year-old girl.
She was curvy. tanned and beautiful. She had beautiful black curls, brown eyes, a bubble butt that most of the guys in her neighborhood drool over.
Latika's parents believed that she was a girl with values and virtues, and that she maintained her virginity.
Bhe was so daring that, unknown to her parents, she had given blowjobs to many men much older than her.
To her own surprise, she had also found herself starting to flirt with the family plumber.
The plumber (we'll call him Mr. Plumber) had moved to America five years ago from India in order to give his family a better life. He lived alone and often sent money to his family back in India.
Her family knew the plumber very well. He came to the neighbourhood houses for plumbing, repair work, and pretty much anything needing a fix.
Latika had seen what a well-built man he was, unlike the dorky boys of her age.
It was a pity he was married, but that wouldn't stop her.
She had seen him eye her whenever he came around, for Latika always wore skimpy shorts and breast-baring tops.
His thoughts alone made her pussy wet.
She would often masturbate at night at the thought of him handling her.
But she knew she had to make her move soon.
Her opportunity came when her parents had left home to attend a family function leaving her behind to work. Of course, she could stay alone; she had done it loads of times before, keeping herself busy with porn sites or posing for the cam.
But today as her parents left, a very daring thought came to her.
'Should I do it?' she thought.
Then she saw a brilliant idea flash through her mind.
Mr. Plumber was sitting in his cabin after a long day of work. He hoped no one would call up for a job when suddenly the phone rang.
He picked it up.
"Hello," rang the sweet voice of Latika. It filled the man listening in lustful bliss.
"I need your help with a leaking tap, is it too much to ask for some help; I know it's getting late and-"
"I'll come by," he replied, picking us his toolbag.
The doorbell rang. Latika went and opened the door.
Mr. Plumber's mouth twisted in an O as he saw Latika's breasts through the semi-transparent top (she wasn't wearing a bra). She pretended not to notice and let him in.
He stepped in the house heading straight for the bathroom, assuming where the leak must be, and Latika locked the main door.
As Mr. Plumber was working on the leaking tap, Latika started on her plan.
"Mr. Plumber finished with his job and was heading out.
"Your leak is fixed, Miss Sharma, let me know if you need-"
He looked up and lo, there a beautiful sight behold him.
Latika was sitting there, naked with her legs spread wide open, her moist pussy in full view. His cock hardened immediately.
"The leak I spoke about," she said with a wink. "You didn't quite repair it. In fact, you gave me a leak"